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♑ ♥ ♐ | The time is over for silent years of stored up fears that are holding you down.
Who: Gamzee and Equius, daters extraordinary.
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you arenepeta stalking.
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you are
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
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All right. You'll have to tie it for me, though; I'll rip it.
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Aight. Turn around.
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What are we doing?
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Sssh, ain't gonna tell you yet, aight? Gonna show you once we all get to getting there. That chill with you?
[He has been thinking this out, ok. For all his laziness, he was actually thinking pretty well about this.]
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[Equius waits until the blindfold is in place, then offers Gamzee one hand.]
Just make sure I don't run into anything or anyone, okay? I might break it if I do.
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Don't all get up in your worry zone, bro. I'm gonna keep you fuckin' safe right here at with me.
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[Lead on, Gamzee! Equius will follow you wherever you want to go.]
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He squeezes Equius' hand, before he starts to lead him with him, careful not to trip either of them and to dodge any obstacles.]
It ain't far, you hear?
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[Equius doesn't even care how Gamzee can see his bubble, and how it's making a schematic for a working heart now, drawing it all in red. He lets his matesprit lead him, walking placidly beside him.]
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He slowly leads Equius towards the forest, and towards the horse stable he discovered just between it. He really tried hard for this to be a surprise for Equius, bu despite the blindfold, Equius can probably smell the scent of hay on the air. That and hear the nickering of a pony nearby.
Though Gamzee does turn to said pony, hissing a soft 'ssshh'.
Hey, sometimes it is the thought that counts. Or the fact that Gamzee even vaguely tried to think about it at all.]
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Are we almost there?
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[He stretches out Equius' palm, straight and flat, dumping some sugar cubes that he got from Nepeta on top of it. And then he is off. Off to collect one of the horseys. He finally manages to persuade one of the more calm, older horses to follow him, bringing it over to Equius and his outstretched hand. And as the horse goes to town on the sugar cubes, plucking them delicately off of Equius' palm, Gamzee reaches up to undo the blindfold.]
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You brought me to the stables.
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[He sounds vaguely wondrously proud of himself, as if he can't quite believe he did put a smile like that on Equius' face. Instead what he does is curl his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Equius' shoulder contently as he watches the horse eat the sugar cubes from his hand.]
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[By now, some of the other ponies have realized there are treats to be, and are drifting over towards the fence.]
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[He lets Gamzee guide him along from horse to horse, and his face is almost starting to hurt a little from how much he's smiling.]
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[Equius resists, trying to curl his hand into a loose fist and pull it away. His thought bubble changes, showing schematics for broken, destroyed robots and a sad, lonely little roboEquius off in the corner.]
I'll hurt them if I touch them.
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[Gamzee strokes his fingers comfortingly over Equius' hand.
The horse, meanwhile, stares at them as if they are the weirdest kids that ever came to this
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No... no, I don't want to hurt it!
[Sorry, Gamzee, it's going to take a little more reassuring before Equius believes he can touch it without it exploding.]
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[Gamzee lets go off his hand only to slip in between Equius and the fench. The horse starts to snuff at his hair, perhaps trying to find more sugar cubes there but her ignores it. Instead, he his reaches up to touch Equius' face.]
Hey, babe, how long have we all been doing this? You and me, I mean.
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[Equius answers that promptly enough, and he tilts his head into Gamzee's touch.]
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[He strokes his cheek, smiling encouragingly.]
And like how often have you fuckin' hurt me?
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[Unconvinced Equius is unconvinced!]
But you have a choice about touching me, or letting me touch you. The hoofbeasts don't, and if I hurt them, they'll just think I was being cruel for no reason.
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no, that's totally what horses would do, you're fine
Horses, kinda like trolls.
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